Tokyo Fall Guys beats up the supernatural

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The half-demons echoed each other, as if imagining the exhilarating slaughter of innocent civilians in the streets, their unsettling laughter echoing through the air.

Then, the person who had initially been wearing the vampire cloak waved and said, "Alright, friends, now let's wait for the parade to begin!"

"Tonight... is our night of revelry! Let's not worry about anything and just enjoy ourselves! We'll let those high and mighty Onmyoji and those ugly knights who claim to be righteous know that we half-demons are not beings to be slaughtered!"

They frantically sought support from their companions, completely forgetting the cruel things they had done to countless ordinary people, and placing themselves in the position of pitiful victims.

Chapter 100 I am, the defeated knight

As dusk fell, a crowd began to gather.

City life is very stressful.

In this fast-paced country, urban life is hectic and oppressive, with countless things happening, countless relationships giving birth to new surprises in the course of communication, and countless lives being lost unexpectedly.

Living in this city is a constant process of dealing with unexpected events. Perhaps someone lies on the tram tracks on your way to work, or you encounter a troubled girl looking for shelter on the street, or you encounter various grudges and conflicts in your interpersonal relationships...

Even when you return to your own little nest and lie in bed, you might receive a series of phone calls. The person on the other end of the line might be a family member filled with longing, or a partner full of resentment, or it might be a signal that work matters are gradually encroaching on your private life.

Tonight is a rare night of revelry. You can shake off the troubles of life, put on a mask or heavy makeup to cover up the invisible burden of reality, walk down the street as if you're relaxed, greet complete strangers, tell jokes that nobody cares about, and do anything you wouldn't normally do, even if it seems a little crazy.

Under the moonlight, it is a night for Westerners to commemorate the dead, but here, it is a time for people to express themselves freely, harboring a longing for the mysterious.

On Urayasu’s main street, crowds began to gather. These spontaneous marches usually originate from various social media platforms, and the police have virtually no right to stop them—all because of Japan’s unique and bizarre system.

They can only play a role in maintaining order and offering advice, but they cannot stop the march. If the marchers are dispersed here, they are more likely to scatter into the streets, which will obviously make them more difficult to manage.

Therefore, the authorities set a prescribed parade route, extending from the downtown area all the way to Disneyland in the distance. This would not only bring some revenue to Disneyland, but also reasonably divert people after the parade.

Wearing strange clothes

People gradually gathered, and a flow of people began to form on the street. Young men and women gathered together, making friends with strangers and meeting with friends. They walked slowly forward amidst laughter and chatter, and the vehicles on the street began to come to a standstill.

The streets became noisy, with many people playing music. Various Halloween-themed decorations were hung on the buildings on both sides of the street, with paper bats falling from the sky and pumpkin lanterns flickering in the shop windows.

Kotaro and Old Wolf, also dressed in Kamen Rider outfits, mingled into the crowd. Besides the fact that Kamen Rider costumes allowed them to blend in at this time, it was also a warning and a strategy.

They warned the half-demons who discovered them, while using themselves as bait.

If those half-demons decide to strike when they are not around, then when the riot occurs, Dou Tang, who is not in the same area as Old Wolf Kotaro but is monitoring the whole situation, will be able to quickly discover it.

If the half-demons discover them and attack them, then the safety of ordinary people can be guaranteed.

Old Wolf laughed heartily, joking with the girls on the street. He spread his arms wide and kept telling all sorts of jokes. Before long, a crowd had gathered around him. People praised his suit for being very well made and were also attracted by his talkativeness. The atmosphere was very harmonious.

Kotaro, though only a few meters away from Old Wolf, received completely different treatment. He rarely initiated conversations with anyone. Occasionally, people would take a peek at his suit, which resembled Kamen Rider 1, and come up to take photos with him. He would simply pose for a picture and then walk on without stopping.

People walked and talked to each other, and some even started parties on the street, eating snacks and drinking alcohol. They would also invite other passersby to come and taste the food. Many children were running around carrying pumpkin lantern-shaped bags.

To be honest, this is a very rare sight in this country.

Contrary to the cultural works people encounter, real Japanese society is actually becoming increasingly indifferent. The social environment of continuous economic collapse and decline has led to a situation where people on this land rarely follow the kindness brought by etiquette.

Mutual goodwill is an essential part of politeness and etiquette. When mutual respect becomes merely a formality and tedious ritual, goodwill quietly disappears.

In the past, people living on the same floor would share food and visit each other from time to time to connect.

Now, they have learned to ignore people jumping onto the tram tracks next to them.

The only thing that hasn't changed is the tradition of deep bows and the insincere social etiquette of constantly nodding with a smile.

But tonight, Kotaro saw some kindness again.

Strangers revel in the festivities. Even if you don't know anyone, you can join in other people's dance steps, and they'll cheer and jump for joy when they see you jumping and joining in.

Strangers cheered. Even if everything you see is unfamiliar, you can bravely pick up the microphone from the person next to you, sing your favorite songs with the help of a huge speaker, and the people around you will naturally applaud.

Kotaro strolled among them, took a deep breath, and although he did not participate in any of their activities, he still felt a sense of lightness and his mood improved considerably.

Seeing this scene before one's death, before the final battle, makes one feel... that there are no regrets.

Kotaro smiled, enjoying the commotion in front of him, but then a voice came from behind.

"Dad, look! It's Kamen Rider!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Kotaro felt someone tug at his clothes.

Kotaro looked down and saw a little boy dressed as a Kamen Rider, staring at him with bright, sparkling eyes.

He had a Kamen Rider Den-O mask on his head and wore a Kamen Rider cosplay outfit that looked like it was made of cardboard. He looked a bit comical, but also full of childlike fun.

The boy was stunned when he saw Kotaro making eye contact with him, then exclaimed with joy, "Kamen Rider! Are you Kamen Rider Gi Naked Shooting?"

Kotaro was taken aback, and then, for reasons unknown, he nodded subconsciously.

"Wow!" The boy used both hands, swinging the pumpkin lantern in his right hand as if he wanted to climb onto Kotaro, and said at the same time, "So cool, so cool! Gi naked shot!"

Gi naked shooting...?

Kamen Rider Gi Naked Shooter is the secondary rider in Kamen Rider Agito, and also... "an incompletely evolved rider".

An incompletely evolved knight...

Kotaro slightly raised his hand, looked at his palm, and the image he saw that night when he transformed into a monster flashed before his eyes.

Perhaps that's why. I am an incompletely evolved knight, a failure among failures.

But what does it matter?

He slowly lowered his hand, his powerful palm, which had slaughtered countless half-demons and was stained with endless blood, and placed it on the boy's head.

Then, he gently stroked the boy's head, tenderly and carefully.

Chapter 101 Little Kotaro

"Thank you, sir."

Suddenly a male voice rang out. Kotaro looked up and realized that there was another person standing behind the boy. The person looked like an ordinary office worker, wearing glasses.

He has a refined and courteous demeanor.

Such a person seems somewhat out of place in this kind of parade.

He wiped his sweat, as if he had just exercised, and smiled, "This kid has always liked Kamen Rider... Can I take a picture with you?"

Kotaro nodded.

The man seemed pleasantly surprised and quickly picked up the boy. The boy giggled, his big eyes narrowed into slits, and he wrapped his arms around the man's neck, moving closer to Kotaro.

The man took out his phone, leaned in front of Kotaro, took a picture together, and then bowed slightly again: "Thank you so much, sir."

"It was nothing." Kotaro waved his hand, then asked curiously, "By the way, sir, what's wrong with your outfit? I'm not saying it's bad, it just seems a bit out of place here."

The man scratched his head sheepishly. He looked like the typical weak office worker in Japan, appearing somewhat timid: "Well, actually, I was working overtime at the company... so as soon as I got home, I quickly brought him out, afraid we'd miss it."

“This party looks like it’ll last all night, so I don’t think you need to rush,” Kotaro explained.

"One, all night?" The man wiped his sweat. "Well... I have to go to work tomorrow, Kotaro. Can we walk around a little longer and then go home?"

Kotaro?

For a moment, Kotaro thought the man was calling him, but judging from the man's expression, it seemed he was referring to the little boy he was holding.

It's a coincidence that they have the same name... What a coincidence.

The little boy hugged his father's neck and said, "No, I want to play with Kamen Rider a little longer..."

Play a little longer? That won't do... If there really is a half-demon lurking in the crowd, and this father and son are so close to us, then there will definitely be danger later.

Kotaro reached out and rubbed the little boy's cheek, laughing, "Little Kotaro, right? You have to listen to your father, okay? It's not safe for a child to be out at this time!"

The little boy turned his head away: "But Kamen Rider is here! How can it not be safe?"

The man was about to say that Kamen Rider was fake, but Kotaro beat him to it, saying, "But, if bad guys appear at a time like this, Kamen Rider might not be able to protect you when he's fighting. You should understand, Kotaro, right? Imagin and monsters love to cause destruction at will. It wouldn't be good if you got hurt!"

The little boy scratched his head, then suddenly shoved the mask down onto his face and muttered, "No way! I'm a knight too, I'll defeat them! Whether it's Shocker or the Otherworldly God!"

Kotaro sighed inwardly.

Perhaps my choice of the Kamen Rider character stemmed from the same kind of unwavering dedication as this boy?

No matter how much he grows up, his courage to fight against evil as a Kamen Rider never seems to stop. It continues to burn with his beliefs and life, making him steadfast and strong.

Although the little boy in front of him had no idea what a knight meant, or whether tokusatsu dramas were real, Kotaro didn't want to ruin his childhood.

He smiled and patted the boy on the shoulder, saying, "That's wonderful, Kotaro. You must protect your dad!"

"Yes!" The boy nodded firmly, then awkwardly reached into his pocket and pulled out a candy wrapped in a brand new candy wrapper.

"Here you go, Gi, naked shooting! This candy is for you! It's my favorite flavor."

"Wait, wait!" He suddenly pulled his hand back, reached into his pocket, and when he took it out again, there were two candies. "The other one... is for Agito!"

Kotaro accepted it with a smile, his expression gentle beneath the hood, almost as if he were about to cry.

"Thank you, Kotaro."

Just as Kotaro was feeling sentimental, on the other side, the half-demons in the alley also took to the streets.

They looked at each other, confirmed their plan, and then split up and disappeared into the crowd, concealing themselves.

These people look like ordinary humans, and now they've hidden themselves in the marching crowd, taking advantage of the already somewhat chaotic situation to remain completely undetected.

Soon, a sharp-eyed half-demon spotted Kotaro on the street, while the old wolf, who was being celebrated by a large crowd on the other side, went unnoticed.

He picked up the earphone cord and said into the receiver, "I've found Kamen Rider...! It's that blue rider, damn it... I'm 100% sure it's him!"

The other half-demons on the phone also spoke up.

"What? That green guy we saw at the beginning? Damn it, what about the other Kamen Riders?"

The old wolf's figure was quickly spotted.

"I found Old Wolf! Damn it... He's with a bunch of humans right now, wearing that hideous suit. Does that guy really think he's a hero? Damn traitor."

At this moment, all the half-demons realized that they were not the only ones with ill intentions in the parade; the Kamen Rider who had turned Urayasu City upside down was also there.

"We didn't see the one with the knife or anything red, but we can't let our guard down. What do we do now?"

"What else can we do? Do you see those security cameras on the street, and the people with cameras in the crowd? We just need to stick to the plan!"

"Wait

After we transformed, we were filmed by those TV crews and cameras. Nobody in the entire city of Pu'an will have a good time now!

"That's right... With so many ordinary people in front of us, are we really expected to just put up with this?"

The half-demons huddled together for warmth and eventually gained some confidence. They each found the most densely populated places and made preparations.

Meanwhile, Old Wolf and Kotaro, who were far away, were completely unaware of all this.

Kotaro said goodbye to the little boy and continued walking forward, with the man and the little boy not far ahead of him.

Having gained inner peace and confidence, Kotaro turned his head to look at Old Wolf, only to find that Old Wolf had already put his arms around both of them. Although they were just walking and chatting with their arms around each other's shoulders, the atmosphere seemed to be more than just harmonious.

Seeing his appearance, Kotaro was furious. A plan came to mind, and with a wicked grin, he walked over and suddenly slapped the old wolf on the shoulder.

"Hey, Old Wolf, why didn't I see your girlfriend with you today? You mean that high school girl JK—hmm?"

Upon hearing this, Old Wolf, who had been enjoying being caught in the middle with the girls, immediately frowned.

Chapter 102 The demons dance wildly

The women on either side of Old Wolf exchanged a glance upon hearing this. One looked somewhat unhappy, while the other burst into laughter, patting Old Wolf on the shoulder and saying, "What! I thought you didn't have a girlfriend, but it turns out you not only have one, but also..."

The woman chuckled, pulled another woman away from Old Wolf, and slowly walked away.

Old Wolf seemed to want to persuade him to stay. He reached out his hand for a moment, then sighed and regretfully lowered it.

"Ugh……"

Then, he glared at Kotaro and said, "Have you lost your mind from being single for too long? Damn it..."

Kotaro whistled, pretending not to hear.

Old Wolf sulked for a while, then said, "We haven't found anything. Could it be that there really aren't any half-demons left?"

"I don't know." Kotaro shook his head. "But we can't let our guard down. Let's patrol properly."

The two followed the crowd for a while, but despite being extremely vigilant, they still found nothing. The surrounding crowd was so harmonious that there was no trace of a half-demon.

However, something strange happened to Dou Tang, who was standing on high ground.

Among the crowd, there seemed to be a few people who were overly... indifferent.

Among the marching crowd, there were a few people who seemed completely detached from the rest of the group. They neither interacted with others nor looked around at the elaborate costumes of the others. They simply walked with their heads down at a slow pace, blending into the crowd.

If you were in the middle of a parade, you would never notice these people. They are too inconspicuous and inconspicuous. They are as small as grains of sand in the cheering crowd. Therefore, Old Wolf and Kotaro did not notice them.